The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-21

my dear child, this will never dol"
pronounced Grandaunt Garraway. HE
must come herew
Here. aunty?"
81 want to see him for myself, said
| Mrs. Garraway.
"But what will mamma say?"
Your mother. my child, has every
confidence in my Judgment said
Grand-aunt Garraway, impressively.
Didn't | toll YOU that it was no part
of my theory to put an unnatural force
upon the inclinatons? If he really
loves you so deyotedly, he shall at least
have n chance. 1t isn't in the fitness
of things that my grand-niece's sutton
should be sneaking around the back
orchard, and sleeping in the hay loft
like tramp"
Phoebe coored little.
but what else could he do, Aunt
Garraway?"
For that very reason said the old
lady, with dignity, az invite him here
n guest. Ny husbands nephew,
Harry Sanford, is TO he here tonight
from Boston; but there is plenty of
room. Harry shall sleep in the cedar
chamber. Mr.. DE Motto shall have the
red ROOM Where is henow?"
II think he's having cigar and
reading the newspaper in the smoke
house, rather guilty confessed Phoebe.
600 and call him in, said Mrs. Car
raway. Tell him he shall be welcome"
And Phoebe obeyed, scarcely able tc
believe her own ears.
"She's deal better than any Fairy
Godmother / ever heard Of" thought
she
Mr.. De Motto was indeed tall and
Troubadour- like. He had dark, pensive
eyes, and wore II very handsome satin
necktle and if his finger nails were not
rs clean rs Mrs Garraway liked TO see,
and his pocket handk erchiefs were not
of the finest linen, still people thought
differently upon such subjects.
Harry Sanford looks the most of
gentleman" thought Mrs. Garraway.
And even Phoebe, in mental com.
parison, could not help owning to her.
self that Mr. Sanford seemed the most
ut his ease
"But then" thought Phoebe, che
hasn't any diplomatic troubles on his
mind. wish, though, that dear Mid
dleton wouldn't eat green peas with his
fork, and that he would take little
more notice of the chair covers, and not
drag them off every time he sits down.
I never knew before that he chewed
tobacco. / hope that it won't make
Grand aunt Garraway nervousl"
But Grand-aunt Garraway smiled
her sweetest, and seemed to notice moth
ing amiss.
Aud Harry Sanford diligently talked
politics, and did his best to amuse the
stranger.
Nevertheless, when Phoebe went to
bed that night, she was not so happy
rs she expected to be-
For diplomat, Mr. De Motto was
not so remarkably intelligent, after all,
and she was very certain that his gram
mar was not altogether correct.
She hoped that Harry Sanford had
not observed it.
In the dead of the night, Grand.aunt
Garraway's hand fell softly on Ph@be's
shoulder. She started up.
Hush! !" said the old lady. Don't
utter q sound. Get up. Come down
stairs with me-"
what is the matter?" gasped the
girl.
"Your fine lover is breaking into my
cherry wood bureau" said Mrs. Cara
way. "He hasa complete set of burglars
tools. But don't look so frightened, my
dear. The iewel-case is here, but it is
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and pendants at the county bank. He's
welcome so all he can find And Harry
and the farm laborer have got his ac-
complete safely tied outside; and
they're ready to seize on him the
moment he steps across Lhs Threshold.
But comel want you to see for your
self"
And. standing on the staircase, where
she could peep through the transom-
light into the back parlor, Phoebe be-
held her Troubadour lover picking
locks and prying open drawers in o
most business-like manner.
In spite of her resolutions, she ut
tered little cry.
Mr. DE Motto looked up and saw her.
The next instant the room was in
darkness.
But, we caught the fellow as neatly
as possible" Mr.. Harry Sanford said,
afterward, with the empty iewel-case
in his possession and lot of silver
spoons in his breast pocket. He's an
old hand, the Albany authorities say.
Light fingered Lenluel, they call him;
and he's safe to get long term in the
penitentiary."
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